He couldn't argue with it. He didn't try.
"I also," Morgana said, with the particular quiet of someone saying something that had been waiting to be said for a while, "have a significant personal interest in what happens to Chronus at the end of this."
Satou looked at her for a moment.
"Cassius," he said.
"Cassius," she confirmed. "And Freda. And Vael'kira. And two hundred years of being the reason that city was safe, ending the one morning I was absent." She held his gaze. "I'm not here because I've lost my judgment to grief. I'm here because I am the most qualified person available for this specific mission, and because I made a decision in that medical hall that I intend to see through."
She waited to see if he would object further.
He didn't.
"Then you're with us," he said.
Something in Morgana's expression shifted slightly — not relief, not gratitude, but the acknowledgment of something settled.
